"Oh? Aren't you curious about the specific content of the task? Won't you consider it more carefully?" The smile of the Dark Night Mother Goddess faded, clearly surprised by how quickly Ivan had refused.
"Given your status, the matters you handle are all critical. Tasks like this aren't meant for trivial figures like me." Ivan bowed slightly, then responded.
The offered bargaining chips were enticing. In the past, he might have chosen to gamble. Now? He didn't see them as necessary.
Ivan firmly believed that relying solely on his current accumulation and conducting research step by step, he could definitively break through the shackles and forge a throne of his own.
"Sorcerer Ivan, are you saying you intend to form a throne through your own strength?" The Dark Night Mother Goddess asked.
"That's correct." Ivan nodded.
"Hah, where does your confidence come from?"
"I want to give it a try."
Seeing his steadfast attitude, the group's expressions grew somewhat displeased.
